the weather starts to turn her eyes start to open a bit from the retreating sun the prairie starts to cool down & she looks around to catch his gaze in the strangest way
like he'd been looking for her
heart pulsing like a nightmare dream she pretended to be invisible & ran back into the trees he followed to the other clearing hoping she'd be nearing
but oh
she kept on running
she'll never see the beauty of burning eyes into the back of her hair
& he'll never have to wonder if he ever played fair